Thursday, October 16, 2014

a wee little love poem



I love these wee bugs with all of my heart

 Watching them spiral motion into art.

They are funny and silly, wild and kind.

Sometimes, I swear I'm losing my mind.

They push me and pull me, break me and build me.

This unending love is ever so dreamy.

Their presence grounding, it strengthens and binds

only One could have crafted so perfect a design.

18 comments :

  1. Lovely poem!

    Mel
    http://girlandthepolkadot.blogspot.com/

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  2. What a lovely poetry. Makes me want to share mine. Although, wrote that in postpartum depressed state...so its sorta ugly 😉

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    1. Ha- I understand, you should just share anyway, it's good to see all sides of motherhood.

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  3. Adorable kids! Nothing really compares to a mother's unconditional love. Kisses.

    Jessica | notjessfashion.com

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  4. funny and silly, wild and kind? what a perfect compliment. the poem is lovely, and i hope it's hanging somewhere for all your children to see <3

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  5. Aw so sweet! They are pretty freakin' cute!

    xo

    Michaela

    http://michaelajeanblog.com

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  6. So cute! The words really resonate with your feelings. Made me smile.
    http://www.averysweetblog.com/

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  7. This is such a heart warming but still whimsical poem, they are dolls!

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  8. Love this!!! It's beautiful!

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  9. I can tell they're your photos now (and not just because of your four beauties!): the light, the composition, there's a definite 'Chelsea-ness' about them. Beautiful poem. Have transcribed it in to my daily journal.

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  10. Missing their bright eyes and happy giggles this morning. Love them all!

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  11. Oh what a beautiful bunch! And such a sweet poem.

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  12. Lovely poem, so sweet! Your kids are adorable :)

    Jessica
    the.pyreflies.org

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